 It's a collaboration between Bowes and High School, Bowes and Bowes Library and MNC Library together. Among other things, what is National Library Week? Next week. Next week, National Library Week too. So there's a synchronicity of events happening. But the main synchronicity is that we've got people who like poetry here. Who either brought their own poems or poems by poets they love. And we're going to get as many read as we can tonight. So there's a few rules to get this machine started. One poem, yours or someone else's. And keep it to five minutes for us. That way we get as many people to participate. And once we're through, we can start again for a second poem. Or a second poem. Okay? Does that sound fair and equal to everybody? Just one poem. Yeah? Yeah. So it's one poem but not more than five minutes. Alright? And we'll just keep it going and that way you can count again for your second poem. I once read Haikus. Had a poetry reading and I thought, well that doesn't sound fair. So I called my seven Haikus by the title of my book. So I got it right. Just don't make the MC man. I've got a 12 foot book in this room over here. And a gong but I'm hoping not to have to get it out. Alright? Okay everybody, well let's just start without further and further. And launch into some poetry. Okay? Let me get the earwax lubed up with one by Lawrence Berlin Getty. From a Coney Island of the Mind. This one is number 15 in Coney Island of the Mind. I'm Tim Dongey by the way. I'm your MC for tonight. Every year I forget to introduce myself. I'm just so into starting poetry that I forget stuff like that. I'm Tim. Alright. Constantly risking absurdity and death wherever he performs above the heads of his audience, the poet like an acrobat climbs on Rhine to a high wire of his own making and balancing on eye beams above a sea of faces paces his way to the other side of day performing enchantments and sleight of hand tricks and other high theatrics and all without mistaking anything for what it may not be for he's the super-realist who must of course perceive taught truth before the taking of each stance or step in his supposed advance towards that still higher perch where a beauty stands in wait with gravity to start her death-defying leap and he, a little Charlie Chaplin man who may or may not catch her fair internal form spreading in the empty air.